May 2, 2008 Jon (accidentally) told me he loved me for the first time. May 2, 2009 he married me (on purpose).
June 30, 2008 was the day our first (and only) visit ended. June 30, 2009 – there is nothing to report. Today is a day like any other in this life we have settled into together. We will go to work, go home and eat dinner with the family, do laundry and eventually curl up in bed together. That’s a GOOD thing by the way. I can remember the ache of missing him last year. I was briefly reminded of it last week while he traveled but comparitively, it was muted. Bearable. An temporary emptiness in the house, an unease that was relieved as soon as he walked in the door. And while it was mildly interesting to re-read entries from this time last year and see again just how much my life has changed, it is much more enjoyable to look ahead.
This week we’re going to celebrate a couple of “first” – our first camping trip together, our first 4th of July together…really our first vacation together. We’re getting away for more than one night with no goals except to relax and visit with friends. Our kids will be elsewhere, our responsibilities on hold. And while we’ll have free wi-fi at the campground (and I’m quite sure Jon will take at least one laptop), I don’t expect to be online much, if any.